Due to this deep-seated animosity towards demons, I am unable to adapt to human civilization.

We are completely alienated from the rest.

If a guy does nothing but talk to animals or trees as if they were his friends for hours on end, people would naturally see it as something abnormal or creepy.

I once lived in the human world so I can understand that kind of thing.

A race not assimilated by human cultures, like the dwarves and the elves.

That’s what the demon race is.

I am the last of my people.

I understand the reason as to why everyone loathes me, so I decided to assume the form of a dark elf.

Characterized by a dark brown skin and long ears.

That’s all there is to it.

Well, the dark elves are hated as well.

Consequently, even after I was moved to the slave shop, the only form of accommodations I received was a dark and cramped room.

I was told the chances of me having a buyer were slim to none.

All the other slaves were fully-matured and beautiful.

Some slaves were bought out by the nobles to be servants, while some others became adventurer partners; an adventurer’s partner got paid on the job and would eventually be able to buy their way to freedom.

The term ‘slave’ is a heavy one, laden with despair. But even so, not all slaves have to go through these rumored hardships.

But, it’d be foolish to think I would have a happy future as one.

(Ashtarte?)

The demon tribe ends with me, doesn’t it? Isn’t it already destroyed?

(Ashtarte…?)

Please respond.

Why am I the only survivor?

“Someday, you’ll meet someone who resonates with you.”

(Does such a person even exist?)
Surely, it doesn’t.

A person who will call me indispensable.

A person who will call me important.

Such a person doesn’t exist in this world.

I mean, just look at me.

I’m small, flat-chested.

My skin is dark brown; my eyes are the color of blood.

Even my magic spells are juvenile, level 1.

My parents died before they could teach me magic.

(Ashtarte, please don’t be so idealistic.)

Let’s make a bet, Ashtarte.

If there truly is a person who resonates with my being somewhere…

I’ll give all that I am to that person.

ーDuring my time at the slave shop, through hearing such stories, I accumulated a lot of feelings…

(…Ashtarte?)

Was I right?

After all, there is not a single person who could resonate with me, not in this world.

And look, now I’m even being lead by this person, a person from another world?

20 thoughts on “OP Waifus – Chapter 3”

I completely agree on ‘Dark brown skin and a flat chest are mankind’s treasure’ and even more if you have blood red eyes too! A teen loli demon race! Moe Moe Kyun!
Thanks for getting this novel to translate.

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